The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive stone statue of the Hindu god Ganesha lies shattered on the dusty, cracked surface of a long-abandoned, alien airstrip, umm, the still air reeking of ozone and burned fuel. The sky above is a deep indigo, with what looks like a slice of the Moon stuck to the horizon, refusing to rise or set. In the distance, the unmistakable howl of an F-16 Fighting Falcon's engines grows louder, though it's coming from a twisted, ancient juniper tree that seems to have merged with a mangled mess of titanium and electronics, its branches somehow generating a strong magnetic field that makes the air vibrate like a live wire.